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Description: This video kicks ass--literally. Watch an old kung-fu master rap out Toronto MC K-OS' lyrics over big beats. See records fly, slicing an...
Description: My air boat took me ages to make
its too big way to heavy made of aluminium 1.5mm thick a bit to thick lol
fitted it with a 6.5cc engine with a 11inch prop gives off some wind thought great should go like a bat out of hell very slow 5mph 1st run tho so try a 10" prop see if it go,s any faster if not make a new one lol more fun than working thinking of making a plastic sled into one that will be in a few months it will ether go like a bat out of hell or fly lol
its too big way to heavy made of aluminium 1.5mm thick a bit to thick lol
fitted it with a 6.5cc engine with a 11inch prop gives off some wind thought great should go like a bat out of hell very slow 5mph 1st run tho so try a 10" prop see if it go,s any faster if not make a new one lol more fun than working thinking of making a plastic sled into one that will be in a few months it will ether go like a bat out of hell or fly lol
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Description: The invention can make any boat fly. Here is a Rowing and Sailing plus Skiing boat that can fly with 7-hp and tow a skier with 15-hp going almost 35 km/h with a big fellow in it.
This is extreme without the fiery-show, yet to come with our extreme boats.
This is extreme without the fiery-show, yet to come with our extreme boats.
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Description: Canibus-Buckingham Palace a song why canibus first album should have gotten five mics lyrics below
[Canibus]
Yo //
I stand outside the gates of Buckingham Palace, selling reefer //
Puffing a chalice with the beef eaters //
Getting so high that whenever I drop shit //
It'll land on the window of your airplane cockpit //
Canibus with the hot shit, crazy I click //
Niggas is bloody idiots thinking that they can stop this //
I'll increase my strength, to a super human extent //
Nigga your rhyme ain't worth six pence //
And if you can hear, smell, see, touch, and taste //
Then you don't need six senses to feel me punch you in the face //
From Princeton, to Clapham Common, my lyrics invade Europe like Joseph Stalin //
And murder niggas for rhyming //
Spitting fire, with gasoline for saliva //
Drunk as Lady Diana's driver with reporters behind her //
Alcohol in the hands of a minor //
I got you panicking like bombs, with thirty second timers //
Clear the building, evacuate women and children //
Fuck what you feeling nigga I came here to kill them //
Straight shitting, from New York to Great Britain //
And when we do shows we make the queen pay admission //
What? //
[Canibus]
Yo, yo //
Prepare for the worst, this next verse is the face of death //
Me without lyrics is like a porn flick without sex //
Illmatic, my lyrical skills are Jurassic //
With more flavour then skittles when I'm digitally mastered //
I go off like a cannon, and blow up the planet with no fear //
Like them clothes white boys be wearing //
I'm tougher than denim, lethal like venomous snake bites //
The marijuana makes my eyes bright-red like brake lights //
There ain't a party I couldn't rock, believe that //
There ain't a microphone brave enough to give me feedback //
I'm strong my word is bond like James //
Niggas be trying to test but they weak like seven days //
Emcees run away when I kick it, they act so chicken //
They should come with a large drink and a biscuit //
My styles radioactive, massive atomic, I plan to push the Earth //
In front of Haley's comet, breaking the facts of life down //
Like Tudy, I'm raw like sushi, with more vocab, then //
Three fucking Fugees, so recognize or be hospitalized //
'Cause lyrically on a scale of one, to ten, I'm twenty-five //
Like that //
[Canibus]
A little bit of weed and some Hennessey //
Got me ready to set it with kinetic energy //
See I need much more energy then my enemies //
If I want to make more Bill's than Bellamy //
So I could be on MTV, with women constantly telling me //
I resemble Billy D., I make fly rhymes to get my name on the scene //
Then when I'm on the scene I do shows to get the green //
Then I take the green buy a automobile machine //
For that thing on page forty-three, in Jet Magazine //
Canibus is the ultimate executioner's dream, swinging the guillotine //
'Cause whenever the head is severed from the human body //
With a sharp enough weapon, the brain remains conscious for ten seconds //
Long enough for me to give you one last message //
And when you get to hell, you can tell Lucifer I said it //
Don't ever get it confused, fucking with Canibus the human rubrics cube //
Like you got something to prove //
Yo whoever grabs the mic after me will get booed //
Get everything in the club thrown at you and your crew //
From Moette bottles to bar stools, fruits and foods //
You got a album out you'll get hit with your CD too //
Running outside, crying, lying, denying that you ain't //
The gay rapper, but you got fucked by him //
What's the difference, ya'll niggas still ain't in lyrical fitness //
Too busy mixing your business, with your bitches //
While I be in the lab composing forbidden scriptures //
So wicked, I got Satan ejaculating on his fingers //
Like Dirk Diggler, in the middle of Boogie Nights //
Sniffing white living the hype, he ruined his life //
But I'm an emcee of a different type, yeah that's right //
Make sure your shit is tight, or I'm a snatch your mic //
Nigga //
[Canibus]
Yo //
I stand outside the gates of Buckingham Palace, selling reefer //
Puffing a chalice with the beef eaters //
Getting so high that whenever I drop shit //
It'll land on the window of your airplane cockpit //
Canibus with the hot shit, crazy I click //
Niggas is bloody idiots thinking that they can stop this //
I'll increase my strength, to a super human extent //
Nigga your rhyme ain't worth six pence //
And if you can hear, smell, see, touch, and taste //
Then you don't need six senses to feel me punch you in the face //
From Princeton, to Clapham Common, my lyrics invade Europe like Joseph Stalin //
And murder niggas for rhyming //
Spitting fire, with gasoline for saliva //
Drunk as Lady Diana's driver with reporters behind her //
Alcohol in the hands of a minor //
I got you panicking like bombs, with thirty second timers //
Clear the building, evacuate women and children //
Fuck what you feeling nigga I came here to kill them //
Straight shitting, from New York to Great Britain //
And when we do shows we make the queen pay admission //
What? //
[Canibus]
Yo, yo //
Prepare for the worst, this next verse is the face of death //
Me without lyrics is like a porn flick without sex //
Illmatic, my lyrical skills are Jurassic //
With more flavour then skittles when I'm digitally mastered //
I go off like a cannon, and blow up the planet with no fear //
Like them clothes white boys be wearing //
I'm tougher than denim, lethal like venomous snake bites //
The marijuana makes my eyes bright-red like brake lights //
There ain't a party I couldn't rock, believe that //
There ain't a microphone brave enough to give me feedback //
I'm strong my word is bond like James //
Niggas be trying to test but they weak like seven days //
Emcees run away when I kick it, they act so chicken //
They should come with a large drink and a biscuit //
My styles radioactive, massive atomic, I plan to push the Earth //
In front of Haley's comet, breaking the facts of life down //
Like Tudy, I'm raw like sushi, with more vocab, then //
Three fucking Fugees, so recognize or be hospitalized //
'Cause lyrically on a scale of one, to ten, I'm twenty-five //
Like that //
[Canibus]
A little bit of weed and some Hennessey //
Got me ready to set it with kinetic energy //
See I need much more energy then my enemies //
If I want to make more Bill's than Bellamy //
So I could be on MTV, with women constantly telling me //
I resemble Billy D., I make fly rhymes to get my name on the scene //
Then when I'm on the scene I do shows to get the green //
Then I take the green buy a automobile machine //
For that thing on page forty-three, in Jet Magazine //
Canibus is the ultimate executioner's dream, swinging the guillotine //
'Cause whenever the head is severed from the human body //
With a sharp enough weapon, the brain remains conscious for ten seconds //
Long enough for me to give you one last message //
And when you get to hell, you can tell Lucifer I said it //
Don't ever get it confused, fucking with Canibus the human rubrics cube //
Like you got something to prove //
Yo whoever grabs the mic after me will get booed //
Get everything in the club thrown at you and your crew //
From Moette bottles to bar stools, fruits and foods //
You got a album out you'll get hit with your CD too //
Running outside, crying, lying, denying that you ain't //
The gay rapper, but you got fucked by him //
What's the difference, ya'll niggas still ain't in lyrical fitness //
Too busy mixing your business, with your bitches //
While I be in the lab composing forbidden scriptures //
So wicked, I got Satan ejaculating on his fingers //
Like Dirk Diggler, in the middle of Boogie Nights //
Sniffing white living the hype, he ruined his life //
But I'm an emcee of a different type, yeah that's right //
Make sure your shit is tight, or I'm a snatch your mic //
Nigga //
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